It was as if evil had been implanted in him from birth,
and he never had a chance to be good.
Even his face had an evil look that only grew worse
as he became older.
When he was a child of six, he began kidnapped
dogs and cats in his neighborhood, torturing and killing them.
At age sixteen, he began his kills, and got away with them
until age 27, when the police finally were on to him.
When they appeared at his house, he resisted arrest
and had a shootout with the police
whereupon he walked into a storm bullets and committed
death by cop with his hellborn infamy destroyed forever.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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